Ranting to /dev/null

Okay, now it's official

I am so eff-ing ready to be out of here. As in yesterday.

I've enjoyed my time here. I've learned a lot. An incredible amount, actually, as anyone who knew me four years ago will testify. But damn it, I want out. From this point forward I plan on spending as much time down the mountain as I can get away with. I'm sick of sharing a bathroom with 18 other people. I'm sick of not having that bathroom cleaned but once every other week because the slackers in BEST can't be bothered to do their jobs. I'm sick of having random unpleasant shit strewn all over my living space. I'm sick of smelling who-knows-what ground into the carpets because some nut-job thought it'd be funny. I'm sick of having to pretend that the friendships we make here will last forever, and that the few that do actually survive college will be anywhere near the same as they are now. I'm sick of people carrying on three hours after I want to go to bed. I'm sick of listening to pretentious blowhard freshmen air their asinine and ignorant theories in class and having professors humor them. I'm sick of having my clothes stolen *ahem* "borrowed" and either destoryed or otherwise never returned. I'm sick of all the immature, unprofessional bullshit. I'm sick of having to living in a place designed to deal with people four years younger than I am whose fundamentalist Baptist parents think that life is and ought to be rated PG. And I'm really, really sick of having to put up with the ridiculous, nonsensical, irrational, nauseating theories people have about cross-gendered relationships.

Needless to say, it's been a really shitty week. Come to think of it, the past two months have been pretty much unadulterated crap. A few bright spots here and there, but fleeting, and serving more to highlight my current trend than doing anything to alleviate it. I keep having to deal with messy situations that are neither my fault nor within my power to remedy. I just have to deal with them. And no matter how fucking sick of things I get, I still have to deal. It's just one thing after another, with no end nor relief in sight. I keep going, I try to keep my head up, I try and put a brave face on things, and then something else comes along. Nothing is working out for me right now, and I just want to get the hell out of here.

Yes, I'm in a royally bad mood. Yes, I'm complaining. No, I don't care. Fuck it, Donny, I don't even want to go bowling. I just want to go to bed. So I will.